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Angels…exist.
If only you know where to find them.

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Cold? Understatement. It’s freezing in Seoul today. Almost everyday.
The road is exceptionally deserted this month.
This winter. The emptiness, the cold, the quietness.
Are exactly the feelings inside her.
The basic ability to smile, left her, the day he left her.
Strolling the empty streets in Seoul, Jo hugged her jacket close to her.
Lowering her cap to block the bitter cold wind from brushing against her face, she walked on.

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“Anyone sitting here?” A voice spoke. From her right.
Not bothering to look up, Jo shook her head and continued to eat. And the person sat down. “Cold…isn’t it?” The person spoke, as a pair of chopsticks stuck into the steaming steamboat in front of Jo. “What the…”Jo looked up as the person spoke, and as the person stuck his chopsticks into her food. ---Shim Changmin.
Meeting her eyes, Changmin smiled, as he popped the piece of meat
he got from the steamboat into his mouth.
Raising her eyebrows slightly, Jo smiled back, instead of completing her unfinished sentence. “Dong Bang Shin Ki.”She spoke the words, carefully. “Is that a statement…or a question?” He asked her, grinning widely.

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The cold have weird effects on people, she realized.
For she is a hardcore DBSK fan, but upon seeing Changmin,
the inborn urge to act fan-ish seemed…to be frozen.
“AISH! You think you DBSK, can eat my food is it!?”
She yelled at him, savoring his shock as he registered her words.
He seemed to choke on the piece of meat that he just threw into his mouth.
Hitting hard on his own chest, Changmin pointed at her…
“ YA YA YA!!!!!!!!!!! YOU…YOU!!!!”
“ME …me me me ! Me what?!”“YOU…you!!!”
After a short silence, he continued.“ Mianhae…”
“Eh…?”And he stood up, and left the stall.

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If something made you sad, smile and the sadness will be gone.
If anything went against you, smile and the route will be smoother than you ever imagined.
If everything is driving you mad, smile, and the everything will go mad.
If nothing could help, your guardian angel will make you laugh.
And…I made you laughed, didn’t I?
-Changmin-

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That, was the note she received when she went to the counter to pay the bills.
Apparently, in the midst of her lost and unhappiness, she had not noticed that he was in the stall before she did. And the look of lost, the sadness tingling in the air around her, made him determined to make her smile.
Putting down his ‘DBSK’ status, he proceed and used his unique method, to bring a smile on her face.And he knew, she will smile. When she sees this note.For he knew, she is a fan.
By the DBSK keychain she hung from her bag. And that’s the most, he could do, for a fan.

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a fic by wenting to me (: